Bridgend Sculpture Workshops

In May 2012 John Tripp Award Winner, Rhian Edwards and evolutionary sculptor, David Annand worked with gifted and talented pupils at Brynteg Lower School, Bridgend as part of public consultation workshops in preparation for a new town centre sculpture.

Many of David’s sculptures create an interactive space which is a combination of street furniture and art. The majority of his sculptures have poems commissioned and engraved on them and the poem helps engage the public and encourages them to take time with the piece.

Involvement of local school pupils aimed to create a narrative for the piece, which uses figures, steel structures and the poetry to help consolidate the whole composition.

The final piece can now be viewed near Asda and the Brackla Shopping Centre in Bridgend Town Centre.

Hannah, Callum and Christian

Cast out to a land of independence
Her thoughts are all she has
The mind is typically powerful
But hers is none but weak
Brainwaves accelerating to heart palpitations
Unwanted, unappreciated, lonesome
The building foundations to a society that hates us
Turns its back on us so we cannot help
Tears fall and merge into letters
To form despicable words of violence
And awareness of the nightmare she’s fallen into
Exams, silence and the clicking of pens
Then arguments, screeching and bruises later
Days and years and forever.

Shelters from the illusion of misconception.
The interpretation of the most battered, degraded generation.
Forced to roam the barren wasteland we call home.
Fairytale castle, clothed in lies, crumbles
Apart at the door they call reality.
Their identities are simply puzzles,
A puzzle being guided away.
From its answer by the curse of stereotyping.
The youth, distraught with isolation.
Believing they are all the same and conforming
To a system of smiling secrets and dilapidation.
Lay here to weep as it’s frowned upon elsewhere.
Emotions are uniqueness and unique is still forbidden.
A bubbling urge to tear out one’s gut
To display the terror, anguish and fury
That rejects wouldn’t be rejects without.
An unhappily ever after.

Steph, Waleed and Cellan

I cherished you,
Blinded by your beauty,
My blood rushing when we meet,
I love you,
Now you have moved on,
I am desperate, alone, waiting,
Waiting with open arms,
Hoping you will come back
Into my closed heart.

The throbbing in my neck,
The pounding in my heart
Our love was everlasting
But that does not make it right
For what we did wrong
I am sorry.

Aisha, Emily and Holly

As he rests his head on his soft, warm hands,
He thinks about the past
And what mistakes he made.
He thinks to himself he could change.
Sitting on the bench alone, he worries
And weaps of what the future holds.
As the moon comes down
for dawn to begin,
he is still on the bench weaping,
as still as a ghost, he stays.

Even the closest relationship can fall.
Make you feel worthless, alone, unloved.
Just remember things can change.

Chloe, Eve and Shaun

He relished the notes,
Thinking of her perfect quotes,
Reading the letter over and over,
Looking for clues of her whereabouts,
Whilst wanting to hold her,
He thinks the words over and over,
In his head he says to himself,
I found my other half.

She wrote letters to her other half,
Sent them via dove,
Poured out her heart and soul
Showing her sincere love.


I can’t help myself, I can’t hide my feelings.
Whenever I see you my stomach flutters.
My frown turns to a smile.

I laugh at your jokes even when they’re not funny.
I dream about being with you.
I can’t hide my feelings for you.
I have to tell you how I feel.


I heard a whisper then I heard you laugh and cry.
I saw you move and then stand still in time.
Your rare earth smile haunts the air that surrounds;
Dare to look and upturn your world to mine.
Together we will nurture with respectful minds.
So let your free spirit carry you to be with mine.

Rhian, Ellie and Maddie

There she is, a girl I know,
Sitting there all alone,
Leaning against the same bench
That I myself am sitting on.

There she is looking at me,
Sideways on with a sideways glance,
With her hand by the side of her face,
Pulling her hair away shyly.

But now I wonder when to give
The girl I love with a love of a rose,
Which I am twirling in my fingers
With the petals falling down to the floor.

I twirl a rose in my hand,
Not knowing where I stand.
I get lost in the sapphire swirls
That are her eyes.
I worry that I’m not good enough.
For she is the most beautiful
Girl I’ve ever seen.

I cover my face, thinking I’m a disgrace
That nobody will know I exist.
I glance up and see that gorgeous man over there.
His chestnut flicks of hair, match perfectly
With the gentleness of his emerald eyes,
Which seem to be looking at me.
Not they can’t be, nobody ever notices me.

Matthew, Jess, Oat and Catrina

I’m trying not to look at you
I didn’t know angles could fly so low(although it’s a typo, it makes the poem more interesting)
Your beauty lightens up my soul
Your reflects off the sun
As if it was the beacon of my life.

I can’t help but look at you,
You make me light up inside,
Your smile, your scruffy hair,
My tongue is simply tied,
I can hear your laugh from far away,
See your eyes glistening for miles,
Your personality shines through a crowded room.
My heart is stopped, it fails.

Kelsey, Lucy, Josie-Ellyn

She felt someone watching, but didn’t turn around to see.
As she thought to herself, who wouldn’t want to look at me?
Her purple silk skirt rested neatly on her shins.
One knee crossed over the other,
Showing her slightly wrinkled skin.
You can tell by her jewels, she was fairly well off.
If only she had turned around when she heard his raspy cough.

He stands on his own, pretending not to care.
As he gazed at he slowly fading, glossy hair.
His raspy cough bellows, the hurt in his chest.
But he acts like a healthy man, trying to look his best.
He knows she isn’t watching, oblivious to how he feels.
But carries on caring. In spite of what his heart hears.

Phoebe, Courtney and Shauna

The face I couldn’t forget
A sweet smile hiding the fear of a broken heart.
We stare into each others soul,
Caught into each others eyes.
Holding her in my arms
Would be so unrealistic
But yet the thought of my dream girl
May have just come true.

The face I couldn’t describe.
A serious frown of concentration.
Hiding the possibility of a cheeky personality.
When I caught his eye for just those few seconds.
The feeling I had may be back.
But what was it?

Laura, Erin and Neve

Him (by Neve Pennell)
It’s a face that I’m never going to forget.
Hair as long as a giraffe with chocolate brown swirls of curls.
Her body fitted in with the long tall trees,
So nice and thin but yet so delicate.

Her dress looked freshly made
So long but yet no enough to touch her strong feet.
Swooped down in harmonious colours,
Blue, yellow, green I could see
But I think that this was just the emotion.

I can see that beautiful face
But I don’t think she can see me.
Birds are singing around her.
And me just trying to hope that she can see
Behind the brown, swirly curls
To try and see me. I say to myself
Oh what on this beautiful, spring day
Have I got to getting this pure diamond
Try and see me, I could feel myself saying.
A voice in my head kept telling me, ‘you’ve got no chance’.

That sweet smell of pure happiness
Lasted as long as the distance between us.
I felt a sudden look she gave, I think?
She looked! She looked! I think?
What will happen next?


I look around the luscious green.
Take in the singing birds.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue, I examine all the trees.
As I look around, what is that I see?
A man sitting over there, he’s looking at me
With a persistent stare, he’s holding flowers.
I catch his stare but look away
Wondering what he wants.
He’s wearing a jacket, scruffy and brown,
Way past its time. He’s as grubby as a dog.
If he thinks I’m interested he’s wasting his time.
As I walk away feeling his glare on my back.
It think about the clouds, the grass, anything but him
I turn around, see the pain in his eyes,
Walk away on this spring day,
Not even batting an eyelash..